when to come back. Stuff like that. You finished? Yeah, I'm finished. Do you know what this is? No. You ought to. You signed it. It must be my contract. Right. Good. Been reading it. I've been reading it and thinking about it. I've been thinking about us. All those filthy holes we played. All those nickel and dime hustlers I had to bargain with every time you opened your mouth. And not all for you. For me, too. Because I loved it. I loved it! I loved getting hold of a selfish, hopeless junkie and turning her into a performer that they're willing to mortgage Australia for. You want to play Brisbane? London? Do you want to play Paris, Tokyo? When last night I woke up, and I thought... fuck all this. Did we go down the road together, or didn't we? I came to a decision. Either you fulfill all the commitments you asked me to make for you, or you fulfill none of them. Do you get it? You're not singing tonight. You're crazy. The concert's off. What do you mean? It's my show. I'm the promoter. If I want to blow it I'll damn well blow it. Everyone will get their money back. I'll pay them myself. By the way... uh... get yourself another manager. I don't want you in my life anymore. You can start your vacation right now. You're fired. Can I have your attention, please. I want all stadium personnel to meet with the production crew in five minutes at the north end of the stadium. Thank you. Rudge! Rudge! Rudge! Stop! Stop! Where are you going? Turn around, motherfucker! Stop! Turn around! Don't you walk out on me! Listen to me. I'm talking to you! Come back here! Come back! Come back! I'm talking to you! Where are you going? Where are you going? Where are you going? Where is everybody going? Oh, Rose! Oh, I missed you. Houston, Houston! I thought I'd never see you again. I missed you. Oh. Just so much. I tried to stay away. Houston, Houston. Where have you been? I was taking care of some business. Houston, Rudge fired me! Fired you? He fired me. I came all this way to get everything straightened out, and he fired me! He can't fire you. He works for you! You don't understand. He's a promoter. He pulled the rug right out from under me. What am I talking to you for? Who the hell are you, anyway? God! I'm your own private brown-eyed motherfucker! Oh, you... Oh, you... what am I gonna do now? Where am I gonna go? I got nowhere to go. Shit! I'm so goddamn mad! I feel so bad. I feel so bad. We'll go away from here, someplace where we can breathe. All I know is how to sing. I can't walk out on that for something that I don't know nothing about. My whole life is falling apart, and you want to buy me a sleeping bag. Sleeping bags are nice. Cozy. We'll just go till we don't want to go anymore. Where we gonna go? How's Mexico grab you? I'm a sucker for adventure. I really am. Houston... there's something I want to tell you. Come here. Come here. I want to whisper. Oh, Rose. I don't even have a sound check on her. We have to go out and find her, get her to this concert, and forget these other goddamn commitments. I don't pay you to think. Are you insane? You want to tell these people you don't know where she is? Am I insane? I spent four years in the trenches with a certifiable section eight. I won all the marbles. I played my ace in the hole. Yeah. Maybe you'll end up winning, Rudge, but I think your little game stinks. Oh! Whoa, whoa! Ain't nature wonderful! Hauling ass down to Mexico! Got to make myself beautiful. You're already beautiful. You supposed to wear glasses or what? Oh, look at that. Look! See that neon sign? Pull up over there. What for? That's the first place I ever sang. We're going to Mexico. Come on. Please? I just want to see if they still know who I am. Whoa! The Rose is back! Rosie! Rosie! ------------------------------ Читайте также: - текст Комиссар на английском - текст Бриллиантовая рука на английском - текст Преступление и наказание на английском - текст Сверхновая на английском - текст Машенька на английском |